Probably never shoulda even opened my mouth   And I had no right to say what anything meant to you   I'm still trying to figure out what it all meant to me   We all know sometimes I speak too quickly   Been known for choosing all the wrong words   Seems I wasn't very careful when traveling back in time   Remembering how I'd wished we coulda burned a little bit brighter   The second time around   I was holding out for something greater   Than broken slogans, empty sing-alongs   I still do   It's still not      Maybe it woulda been easier if I was less honest   When giving the answers Lord knows can be so hard to hear   Like the older we get the less that there seems to be worth fighting for   Don't you think that makes me sad too? But I was just reciting bacic math   Same tired words   Familiar let downs   I could not help but see all those lines that you were drawing in the sand   Would blow away at the slightest wind   But I have been giving it some thought and I have decided   That I'm not sorry, not sorry, not sorry about nothing      And I never shoulda named names when it wasn't you   But all the faces, all the ideas, bands that came and went and came again   Just could not find the patience to differentiate   But based on your reaction the lesson still remains   Bonds built on words don't mean a thing to me   And with friendships like ours who needs friendships anyway   I didn't then   I dont now